| Born to die, our fate has been sealed
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| The webs of life spun since day one
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| Odin father of death, our paths will cross
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| In the halls of Valhalla well feast, warriors from north
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| These seas whipped by the fury of Jormundgand
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| These mountains born from the teeth of Ymer
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| Beautiful and majestic, forever in my heart
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| The setting sun burns my eyes
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| Will this be my last or will I again see it rise?
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| Ancestral pride burns in me
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| I am the king of the northern sea
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| A battle is raging soon to be won
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| I raise my sword to Bur and Bestlas son
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| Can’t remember how many I have slain
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| Then, all I feel is the burning pain
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| A fatal wound has appeared
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| But I’m not afraid it’s nothing I feared
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| Ancestral pride burns in me
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| I am now set forever free
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| Chilling winds caress my body
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| The rain falls hard on my face
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| As I gaze up to the sky
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| Clouds gather and thunder roars
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| Valkyries ride down to me
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| Einherjer is what I’ll be
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| I ride with them to the golden halls
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| Deep within Asgards walls |